Hey friend! Welcome to the fantasy blog for the ages, The Diary of a Wizard. Wonderous wizardry and a touch of whacky await. This week, at last, my trusty magical steed Horace is back from rehab. Check out when he checked in if you missed it.
I took a couple of days making my way to the deepest jag in the jagged rocks, to fetch Horace from unicorn rehab. I duly noticed the pixie selling pixie dust not far from it. That trixie little blighter sells it to half of the unicorns leaving the rehab, just when they’re trying to get help. I must admit to raging a fair bit, so I turned him into a stony statue with a stony statuey spell. That should stop him in his tracks.
I found Horace waiting close to the entrance. When I saw him, for the first time in an age, his eyes sparkled that magical sparkle that I knew so well. Long had it been lost. I told him how proud I was of him and slowly we started making our way back home. I didn’t let him steed this time, we walked side by side and enjoyed each other’s company.
We stopped in the nice places, the babbling brook, but the thing wouldn’t stop talking , well babbling on at least, the flowery patch, the butterfly gathering, and we watched the sunset over the waterfall. It was most tranquil indeed.
Of course, we talked a lot about the future, about Horace’s hopes and dreams in this, a new chapter in his life. He has to just take one day at a time, each day, a battle he must face and me, being one who loves him, I will support him in every way I can. His physical dependence has been broken, but his mental dependence, will affect him forever.
The journey was a beautiful one, but eventually we made it home. I cooked, Horace needs a little looking after for a bit, but that’s what we do for each other. It’s just at this time, it’s my turn to do it for him.
My role in this is merely a supporting one for Horace. This is his battle, so now is the time I must be his steed, in a metaphorical sense. I promise myself that I will be there for him, whatever he needs. Whether that’s someone to listen, someone to champion him, someone to laugh with, or someone to cry with. Even if he needs me to just sit there silent so he’s not alone, that’s what I will do. I don’t do these things because he’s my trusty magical steed, I do them because he’s my friend. That’s what real friends should do.
I’m gonna go write cool stories for you now. I hope the week treats you well and remember who your friends are and be grateful for them.
See ya next time friend!
BB
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